We must recognize
what has never been there before—
giving birth to our child from our insides
She’s more beautiful than any being under the sun
because our prejudice is how we see her
and no opinion can ever change that.
This is how we should approach ourselves
with a special reverence
like lost dinosaur bones
gently brushed away
revealing their majesty.
Without love
at the heart of our skeleton
we are dead, already.
Love can be found
in silence
when a person becomes known to us.
It’s easy to dismiss all people
and their common talk
like common rocks
but when you break through, and dynamite!
their sand, water and bones of belief
must be handled with care
You can study them
for a lifetime.
Intellectual Shaman 
I like this very much.
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So glad! Great to see you in the comments Liz! 🙂
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🙂
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True enough
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Yes!
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Whole lotta imagery here. One has to read it more than once for it to begin to soak-in. Well done.
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Yeah–the imagery is vivid in this poem!
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Very interesting, comparing paleontology and psychology.
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Yes–sometimes, inspiration comes from the strangest places!
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Reblogged this on NANMYKEL.COM and commented:
Exactly! Am re-blogging.
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Hey! Thanks for the reblog, Nan Mykel! Much appreciated! 🙂 I’m glad that you enjoyed it!
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